A New Chapter

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The light was dim and yellow as pus.  In the glass orbs beside his bed
the sick city lights shine in the pulses and flicks of a dying heart.
They glow, the way the eyes of a zombie glow in moonlight. 
The fangs of night flash, dripping their poison inducing lucid sleep;
the flight of a maniac
between the orbs of humanity:
the sick and the dying,            unwitting victims of vampiric life.

He rises, stiff, and all at once.
His stomach growls - ravenous, 
but finds only his own emptiness - every thing he created.

He looks to those of his ilk, those 
creators who also shamble among 
the orbs of humanity with their fading 

pulses;

F and Y lost in the mists of time -
consumed by the cosmic cannibals, 
titans of virtual industry who
Tore B from Page and kept on 
reading the LED leaves - fallen from the unheard; screaming trees.
D left three in the lurch; contaminated ideology. 
He moves toward the basin 
to splash his face.
He turns to face the orbs, looking deeper, deeper still -
There they are. All of them.
and through them he sees it, 
a hideous haunting:
spectre blue reflection:
the soul outside the flesh 
shrouded in consumption